It's a mood Arcee often likes to be in. One learns to get used to it. Thankfully, Arcee's learned to lighten up on the death glares when it comes to her friends checking up on her.

"I've been better," she gives a surprisingly defeated sigh.

"Arcee's been under the weather for quite awhile," her smaller Tapirmon replies as she swings in her partner's arms. "I'm honestly surprised she didn't bite your head off."

"That's because they're friends, genius," Sprocket can't help but seem annoyed over having to point that out.

The smaller one looks like she's trying to shrink once she's corrected, looking away and folding her ears back.

"Sorry..."